verse 1
Mommy come mess with the don
Ey'thing nice, I'm collected, I'm calm
The swag drip from the neck to the arm
Don't kid me, ain't no way you rejecting the charm
As I step into this four start venue
Crave a little excitement, tryna see what's on the menu
The game ain't fair so players tryna bend rules
So if you tryna play fair, they will dev you
Fresh on drippin, diddy bop on a hunnid
We some tourists, got the city locked cause we stunting
Well that's what it look like boo
We ain't even trying
And shorty all over me and she ain't even mine
I promise, I got my peers feeling petrified
Only young nigga OGs seem to recognise
Yes, real recognise Trill
And can I get a witness to testify, I'm ill
hook
verse 2
I f*** with the realest, doc
I'm in the spot, light I'm hot right
P boy diddy bop, the rookie of the year
I ain't never missed a shot
How you talking bout how you been around
When I been a block
I lay the neck down, I keep the missus hot
Her top might slip off like I'm in a drop
When I push the right buttons
And then I hit the spot
Your crew knighted me, she cal me sir pimp a lot
I smoke a little, and then I drink a lot
I showboat with the flow, can you see the yacht
Nothing but a G thing, Thoroughbred nigga
It's Ginger Trill AKA the bread winner
My life a movie, when you see me pass
Grab some popcorn, and put on your 3D glasses
When i drop they call my CD a classic
It's audio crack homes
The fiends'a OD off of that shit
hook
My body weary but my spirit heavy
No weapon against I now, will ever prosper
Bust shotting in the ear, pussy was the clear
And bring your little backside here
My body weary but my spirit heavy
No weapon against I now, will ever prosper
Bust shotting in the ear, pussy was the clear
And bring your little backside here
